Excerpt from the Tragedie of Jianlet, Prince of Caintae

To dorm, or not to dorm: that is the question;
Whether ’tis better to reside or suffer
The aches and tortures of outrageous traffic,
Or to stay and rid oneself of annoyance,
And by lodging end them? To rely, to slack;
No more; and by a slack to say we end
The pleasure and the thousand lazy moments
That couch potatoes are heir to, ’tis a life
Devoutly to be wished. To rely, to slack;
To slack: perchance to ease: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that slack of home what pangs may come
When we have left the comfort of our own house,
Must give us a lot of freedom: there’s the respect
That makes vacillating of so long life;
For who would bear the sudden suspensions of class,
The pickpocket’s wrong, the drunk man’s contumely,
The hurts of being stranded, the jeep’s delay,
The insolence of professors and the spurns
That the common freshman of college takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a crazy driver? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a commuter’s life,
But that the dread of missing the morning train,
The single safe passage from whose mighty bourn
Students either get on time or not, puzzles the will
And makes us rather confused with what to do
With our own complicated pre-adult lives?
Thus dubiety does make fools of us all;
And thus the conflicting emotions of life
Is sicklied more and more with the pale cast of thought,
And other than that, deciding what course to take up,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now!
The fair Metro Manila! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my troubles remember’d.

*I would like to thank Mr. William Shakespeare for his work, “The Tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke”, which inspired me to write this.